Self-love is a busy prompter.
Men hate more steadily than they love.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
No man can have much kindness for him by whom he does not believe himself esteemed, and nothing so evidently proves esteem as imitation.
We have always pretensions to fame which, in our own hearts, we know to be disputable.
Riches exclude only one inconvenience,--that is, poverty.